University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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' | € tdi md Vol. I. SANTA CLARA, CAL., OCTOBER 17, 1902. No. i, ALMA MATER. Night follows day, and winter ' s piercing cold Comes in the wake of summer ' s smiling green; So, fellow students, every blissful scene Of happiness our youthful years unfold Will fade away, and graver thoughts will hold The mast ' ry over, aye, perchance may blind The pure ethereal substance of the mind. And break the priceless cast of virtue ' s mold. Then from the world of strife, the desert drear, Where seldom flower of sweet contentment blows, Where Peace her benisons on few bestows. Our thoughts will wander back to seek for cheer ' Mid scenes like these, where passed our tender youth In quest of knowledge, honesty and truth ! ANGELO QUEVEDO, ' qiJ.

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THE REDWOOD. A tale: of two victories. You ' re simply throwing words to the wind, Jack. Tt ' s use- less to argue further. I ' ve given my word of honor and I intend to stay by it. You know what my conditions are, and if thej can ' t be realized, I ask you, for the love of peace, ,to let the wholt mat- ter drop at this. Well, you know how it is. The coach lias a peculiar liking for Joe Brown and he isn ' t very apt to throw him overboard; but we need you on the team or else we ' ll go to smash. You gained a place last year and I don ' t see why you re- fuse to hold it now. As captain, I pledge myself to strain every nerve to get him off the team. W hat more can you reasonably ask? You may strain every nerve if you Avill, but I w on ' t put on my suit until he is ruled off the field completely. He has never played the game as a man of honor should, and as long as he is tolerated I ' ll take a back seat, that ' s all. This little conversation was had in a remote corner of Ches- peake College, just before the pigskin experts were to line up on the gridiron for their first practice. Jack Burke wa a favorite among the boys, and so was Jim Defney, for such were the names of the young men whose little chat we have overheard. Jack was jjerliaps the stronger of the two and in the excitemenc of the game somew hat more daring; but in point of manliness Jim was superior. He, too, was a Hannibal on the gridiron, but none the less faithful to his studies and earnest in his convictions, or. as some would have it, he was a trifle stubborn and headstrong at times. Unfortunately there was a black sheep in the college eleven this year, a very scoundrel, who, though a poor player, made up in foul what he lacked in scientific play. He had gained a bad name for the colleg e, but still continued to wear the monogram, because, as was generally known, he had a pull with the coach. This is why Jim Defney refused to play. Having made sev- eral [Attempts to have Brown ruled off the team, but to no avail, he quit the whole business himself, became one of the commoners, cheered now and then for the eleven, but persistently refused to take part himself. Thus on the occasion to which we have re- ferred, Jim was as firm as a rock. It was to be the last appeal,